Chapter 71:
A wave of sadness washed over me as she nodded.
“Does that mean everyone already knows I belong to the King?”
Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I forced them back, blinking rapidly.
No amount of crying would change my twisted fate.
We halted as three massive guards stepped forward for a security check, but as soon as Alex came into view, a large mahogany door was opened for us.
I instinctively turned to look back, but the imposing figures of the guards sent chills down my spine. Why was everyone here so unnaturally huge?
Like a frightened cat, I scurried behind Alex, resisting the urge to glance at the guards, whose cold, hard stares bore into me.
“Can I ask something, Alex? As the King’s property, what exactly am I supposed to do?”
Her face contorted in sadness as she cast a pitiful look my way. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that whatever my role was, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
“Anything he pleases,” she said with a heavy sigh.
My mind went blank, drowning in confusion. What could he possibly ask of me?
“Anything like…?” My voice trailed off, waiting for her answer.
“I don’t know. The King can be extreme and unpredictable. But I’m certain that your duties will include gracing his bed from time to time.”
The color drained from my face, my stomach sinking into a pit of despair.
Gracing his bed? That meant he would expect me to sleep with him.
Lɒtєst ϲh𝒶ptєrs ιn g𝓪lnovеℓ𝓈.𝗰𝗼𝗺
But I was a virgin. I had vowed to give myself only to my mate.
Why would he be so cruel as to take that from me?
My heart pounded violently in my chest as I frantically searched for ways to avoid that fate.
“Gracing his bed? Doesn’t he have people for that?” My voice was heavy with barely concealed distress. I had tried to sound composed, but sadness bled through every word. “I thought I would be assigned tasks…”
Tears welled in my eyes, cutting off the rest of my sentence as I bit my trembling lips.
“Why would he ask them when he has his own property to use?”
Why hadn’t I considered this before agreeing to be his?
No wonder my parents wouldn’t stop crying.
“A friendly piece of advice—if you want to live, take Ric’s words to heart and serve the King well,” she said, patting my slumped shoulders.
“Who’s Ric?”
“The man who brought you here.”
“And what if I don’t please the King?”
“You’ll die faster than you can say ‘oops’,” she replied coldly.
